I have always wished for someone to treat me delicately / and it has taken me far too long to come to realize that maybe the best place to start would be with myself.
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC
I have come to realize that there is not a single place on earth that I feel I belong. / I wander from person, to place, to thing, without ever feeling connected. / feeling homeless. / perpetually wandering / it is as if I'm always trying to get back to this familiar safe place I believe I "should" have / but every time I go to ask for directions, I can't get the words out and I realize I've lost my voice.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC
I walk around feeling like a bullet wound. / like I am shot full of holes and always bleeding out. This is the type of pain that you can never find reprieve from. / I put my love and trust in a number of emotional assasins. / Well disguised as friends and lovers. / Then, in one fell swoop a wrecking ball was taken to the entirety of my life. / I quietly collected the salvagible pieces and receeded off into the shadows. / I have been clutching the shattered fragments close to my chest ever since. / sometimes it draws blood. / sometimes it makes it hard to breathe.
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 9:05 AM UTC
I don't think I have a broken heart / I think I am a broken heart
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 7:19 PM UTC
the people that seem the most impossible to love are ironically, those most desperately in need of it / in its most unconditional of forms.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 7:16 PM UTC
I sometimes feel like there are anchors tied to my ankles,
Made up of every moment I wish I could forget,
And just when I am sure I'll be able to tread water long enough to make it safely back to shore,
I am pulled further out to sea,
Betrayed by the weight of my own experience.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
you keep waking up covered in fragmented memories and your own spilled secrets.
it makes getting out of bed feel like waging a war.
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 1:28 PM UTC
depression is letting too many days go by without watching the sunset.
depression is shying away from the embrace you desperately want.
depression is convincing yourself that your self perpetuated isolation is somehow beneficial.
depression is hardly being able to tell the difference between the time you spend asleep and the time you spend awake.
depression is feeling startled by the sound of your own voice.
depression is convincing yourself that there is something inherently wrong, and broken within you.
depression is forgetting to handle yourself with care.
depression is a divorce from self love.
so yes, depression is a lot of things,
but it is not insurmountable.
I watched the sunset tonight.
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 6:45 PM UTC
I stopped believing in myself
and everything else
the day I realized that love is like currency,
a currency that, despite my sincerest efforts, I have never been able to work hard enough to earn
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 5:32 PM UTC
you carved our names into a tree as the sun took its final bow and turned everything it could reach golden and warm.
I thought to myself "these are the kind of moments that people write about".
but you see, the bark of that old willow tree was the lining of my heart,
and the stone you used to so carefully etch our initials was just a handful of promises you never intended to keep.
so I guess after all, at least I was right. these are the kind of moments that people write about, but never for the reasons we first expect.
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 8:40 PM UTC